"You need your soul."

You beg Sam, trying to get him to stay with you and Dean. Crowley had told you that he couldn't get his soul back from the cage, and even if he did, it would destroy Sam mentally and physically. You just couldn't believe that. Your Sammy had to be fine. He had to come back to you.

"It's pointless."

Sam shrugs you off once again, his eyes void of feeling for you, or anything for that matter.

"I'm better this way. I'd just become a burden to you if I got my soul back. You heard Crowley. Why would you want me to be a vegetable?"

You grab his arm desperately.

"You won't be a vegetable. I swear. I won't give up on you I-"

"You need to. I don't want you to try any more. I want you to let me go and get out of my life."